chapter three
It was another horrifically bright day. The sun was bearing done on my naked back. I could feel it start to burn my skin but didn't want to ask someone to put sun block on for me. I'll just get skin cancer. I'm fine with that.
The blasted church was coming along miserably. Even Barnaby was in a sulky mood and you know something must be awful for him to be less than cheery. He was the type of person that was always obnoxiously happy. Damn him.
I was in the basement of the building, working on the frame by myself. Well, with the exception of Barnaby but he's always there anyway. I was minding my own business when I got the feeling I was being watched.
I continued working casually, but then inconspicuously looked up to see if my feelings were true.
The creature Mordred was pacing around me. I detested him more than anyone else. He was the worst person to be around because all he did was complain or talk about himself. He was also a weasel, prying into other people's business and then spreading it around like the plague. No good can come of him being near me.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him. I had no reason to trust him before, so why should I trust him now? Plus I was hot and irritable because of the sun, so that just added to my annoyance.
He continued pacing like he didn't hear me, only I know he did. How couldn't he if he was looking directly at me? He was probably doing this for some dramatic affect. What an asshole.
"Only what you once wanted." he replied back to me, coming to a full stop right in my line of vision. He was so close that I could feel his breath in hot spurts coming out and hitting my face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded of him. He showed no sign of irritation, which infuriated me even more.
Mordred was an insect that had to be stomped out. I just might have to be the one to do it.
"Kiss me and I'll tell you."
I could have hooked him right there. Who the hell did this guy think he was? What kind of sick mind games was he playing with me, and why me of all people? It just made no sense.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I lost my temper. Something in my mind just snapped, causing me to lose control. I lunged at him but Barnaby grabbed my arms just before I could hit him, causing me to expose my bare torso to him. He could have killed me easily. Damn Barnaby.
"What's the matter Lyzander? Are you scared" I tried to make another advance towards him but Barnaby's hold was too strong. "Cause you know, only animals who fear, fight."
I felt like a raging lion trapped in a cage. Mordred was the small child outside that cage waving a stick at me. I wanted to kill him, to sink my claws through his flesh. And all the while he kept grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. I hated him.
"Just tell me what you want Mordred. Why are you bothering me?" I really could have been nicer to him, but Barnaby was gripping a little too tightly and I was just in a bad mood to begin with. It really didn't seem to bother Mordred any though.
"Oh, I want nothing my pet." He was running his hand along the side of my face in a caressing motion. I snapped at his hand and bucked up like a wild horse, trying to rid myself of Barnaby. He just wasn't letting go because he knew Mordred would cease to exhist if he released me. "It's just that I know something that I'm sure you would die to find out."
He gave me a smile that told me he was just trying to mock me. The sad thing was that I believed him. Doesn't seem like the type to make things up out of the blue. Or did he?
"Kiss me Lyzander and then you'll know why I taunt you."
I was getting more aggravated by him not telling me what he knew then of his demands. I looked over my shoulder at Barnaby to get his opinion on it. He shrugged and let me go. Gee, what a big help he was...not.
I gave Mordred the once over again. He was still standing in front of me waiting for my next move. I shuddered, but quickly kissed him, deeply so he wouldn't demand more of me.
"Okay," I said while breaking away from him and wiping my mouth off like a five year old after kissing their great aunt. "what do you know that I don't?"
He gave me a cunning look and started causally looking down at his hands and walking in place like he wasn't going to tell me at all. Then he suddenly turned around to face me and catching me off guard, he kissed me again.
I was appalled, but decided to let it go. It was no use trying to start a fight with him.
"Let's just say I've kissed the lips you once yearned to kiss. My mouth has been on parts of the boy you loved that you would have never dared to venture."
Anger filled me before I could even think. I didn't know what he was talking about at first, but my mind sure as hell did. I blanked out for a second and the next thing I knew I was on the ground beating the shit out of Mordred. Barnaby was trying to pull me off him, but couldn't. I was too out of hand for him to handle.
I didn't know what was going on. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins, and Mordred's warm blood on my hands. I haven't been in a fight in a while so I guess I'm using all my built up aggression on this one.
As I was pounding away on Mordred, my brain was slowly processing what I already knew. He was talking about Cain. That name felt like a cold knife being shoved through my heart.
I had tried to forget about him but the pain of what had happened between us started to slowly seep back into my entire body and out of the very pores of my skin.
I realized that I wasn't hitting Mordred anymore, and that my numb body was laying next to his, shaking.
Cain. He was talking about Cain.
I couldn't believe what he was telling me. For some reason I just always assumed that he had no life after the accident, that maybe he died. I'm not saying that I would rather have it be that way, it just never occurred to me that he started another life that didn't involve me. I hate to say it, but I was jealous.
Cain was my first and only love. I may have had countless other one nights stands, but I've never experienced love like I did when I was with Cain. It was like every moment of my life was perfect. I forgot what it was like to be that happy. Suddenly I had a longing inside me that was so powerful that it was rendering me breathless. I wanted him back.
I looked over to my side to milk more information out of Mordred, but he had fled. Barnaby was standing by the corner staring at me as if I had gone mad. Well, I really had so it was probably best that he kept his distance.
I stood up and started walking out of the basement of the church and back onto the dirt field that we were building on. Man, having Cain back? I didn't even think it was possible. Maybe it was a bad idea going ape shit on Mordred. He might be my only connection with Cain I have.
"Where are you going?" I heard Barnaby ask in a concerned voice from behind me. I had never seen him act this squeamish before and it was almost scarring me. Then I thought of what he must be thinking about me at the moment and I fully understood why he was being strange. He had never seen me spaz out on someone like that.
"I have to leave." I said without turning around. "Meet me at the bar tonight as usual."
"Alright." he said after me.
I got to my car and drove the ten miles home with my mind on nothing but Cain. Maybe I could meet him and things would be just like they used to be back in the day. We could love each other again and need nobody else in the world. Yeah, just the way it supposed to end since high school: Lyzander and Cain together forever.
I swore it would never happen again. I know i'm an idiot for going back to the bar, but I needed it. Incidentally I was as drunk as a bug in a rug. At least that's how I think the saying goes.
My mind had been racing ever since Mordred mentioned Cain, and I needed to numb it. Barnaby was with me again but he was pretty much useless due to the girl on the dance floor that he was humping.
I was sitting at the bar downing shot after shot of straight Vodka. Not even the fact that it tasted like nail polish remover phased me. With every shot I took the faces in the room got more blurry and the lights made me even more dizzy. I was slowly poisoning my body and for some sick reason, I liked it.
The bad thing about me when I drink is that I really get "in the mood". Every time. It never ceases to amaze me that I always end up in bed with a different person every night, and tonight was no exception. I wanted someone and I wanted them now.
I did my usual scan of the area. My guy radar was on and hot, but I wasn't picking up anything that interesting. That is, until I saw a very nice looking boy on a stool a few seats down from me.
His face was a giant blur, but from what I could see, it was really nice. I got closer to examine him better. He had a mop of curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. That was pretty much all I could tell of him, but that didn't really matter to me at the moment. He was the chosen one for tonight.
He appeared to be even more shit faced than I was. I could tell by the way he kept slipping backwards off his stool and laughing hysterically at it while on the ground. I walked over to him and held out my hand, offering to help him up. He took it and pulled me down on top of him with another roar of laughter. Oh boy, I caught myself a live one.
"Hey there big fella!" he said in between chuckles. At least that's what I could make out from his slurred words. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, sorta out of the past but I couldn't place him anywhere. "Whatch you doin on this cold ground withhh a boy like me?"
I looked at him and laughed because as I said, I was pretty damn wasted myself. Everything was funny at the moment.
"You pulled me down here yourself, silly." I heard my own voice come out as slurred as his. It was amusing to me.
"Oh yeah." his eyes were twinkling with joy and I wanted to rape him right there. "Hey, do you want to come back to my place and sex me?"
He seemed to magically know exactly what was on my mind, and nothing was sexier than I guy that knows what he wants.
He suddenly grew serious and gave me a longing look.
"No seriously, get in my bed bitch!"
I gave him a startled look which made him lose his composure and break out into another fit of laughter. Where do I find these people?
"Um, all right. I wouldn't mind that at all actually." I said back to him. i wanted to sound mysterious, but I just ended up sounding like an asshole, which I tend to anyway.
I stood up with him following me. He took a couple of steps but then stumbled forwards on top of me, laughing his ass off. I put my arm around his waist and led him out of the bar. He was very light and easy for me to mange. He was almost like a female in my arms...oh no! I had bad luck with this last time, so I waited until he wasn't looking and then took a quick grip at what was essential on him. Feeling what I needed to feel, I let go and let him guide me down the street. He didn't even seem to notice that I had touched him.
"Hey," I said still trying to hold him upright, "do you have a name?"
I still heard my words coming out slurred, and I'm not exactly sure who was holding who up at this point, but that didn't really matter. We just both stumbled our way through town.
"My name? My names Able."
We came to a stop in front of a large apartment building and then went inside.
He was an animal. I mean, a complete and utter animal.
I was laying blissfully in his bed with my eyes shut, not remembering anything about the night before except a tangle of flesh and sweat. I could still feel the sting so I know it had to be good.
I couldn't remember his name or what he looked like, but that didn't really matter at the second. All I was content to do was to lay in bed enjoying my ignorant bliss.
About five minutes went by before I heard movement coming from outside his bedroom. He must have a roommate. Aw man, that means that I should get dressed, just in case.
It took all my will power to haul my ass out of bed. My whole body ached from the night before and I had just a touch of a hangover. Oh well, I'll take something for it later.
Rising, I started to pick my clothes off the floor, putting them on as I found them. When I was dressed I turned around to look upon the face of last nights lover.
I think I choked on my own breath. It was Cain that I had spent the night with. I wanted to vomit from the shock of everything, but couldn't even do that because I was too scared shitless. What the hell happened?
But wait-on a closer look I noticed that it wasn't in fact Cain at all. But if i wasn't Cain, then who....ABLE! I had slept with Able.
My brain was doing somersaults and the only thing I could think to do was run and run I did. Right out of Able's bedroom I darted like a flash of lightening. I was almost home free when I smacked really hard into something. Someone. Cain.
